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♪ Y'all ready? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Let's get this money, money ♪

♪ We got a mansion in Dubai ♪

♪ And our wardrobe keep us fly ♪

♪ We know you like it, oh, yeah ♪

♪ We know you like it, yeah ♪

♪ We always winning, and that's no lie ♪

♪ You really wish you had our life ♪

♪ We know you like it, oh, yeah ♪

♪ We know you like it ♪

♪ It's the family business ♪

♪ Ah, na, na, na ♪

♪ Family business ♪

♪ If one win, we all win ♪

♪ Oh, no, ah ♪

♪ Family business ♪

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

Sasha Duncan, will you marry me?

♪ ♪

Hey, Sasha.

It's Elijah.

I know you said you were going over

to see Orlando and his son and then heading over here.

I guess you got caught up.

Um, call me when you get this.

♪ ♪

I love you.

♪ ♪

I love you.

♪ ♪

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[ducks quacking]

[indistinct chatter]

- God, he's so damn cute.

And look at that hair.

Don't you just want to rub your hands through it?

- What?

- Nevada.

He's sexy, ain't he?

- Yeah, if you want a death wish.

Didn't you hear what Consuela said?

- Of course I did.

But you know how I feel about people telling me what to do.

That's why I ran away from home

and every foster home after that.

- So you would fuck up the best situation

you ever had to screw the boss' son?

You're ridiculous.

- You're right.

Maybe I won't screw him.

But a little flirting won't hurt, right?

[soft dramatic music]

- Danielle.

- Hey, I don't think we've met.

I'm Danielle.

- Hey. I'm Nevada.

- Hmm.

- You know, every time I see you,

you're either on your computer or your iPad.

You in college or something?

- Well, I'm technically still in high school,

but I had the credit to graduate

back in freshman year.

I'm just doing AP and advanced computer courses now.

- Okay, wait, so you still in high school?

How old are you?

- I'm 17.

- Oh, that's not too bad.

I'm 20.

- Oh.

See, I don't know why I was under the impression

you had to be 21 to work here.

- Well, yeah, that's what my ID says.

[chuckles]

But you're not going to go tell Mommy on me, are you?

- Oh, no. My lips are sealed.

- Okay.

So, um, Nevada, what do you like to do for fun?

You know, when you're not in your AP classes?

- Martial arts, little gaming on the side.

- Hmm.

So you, like, what, a black belt or something?

- I actually have two black belts.

- Oh, wow. Okay.

I like a man that knows how to handle himself.

You might have to show me some moves one day.

- How about you save your little moves

for paying customers?

Consuela wants to see you.

♪ ♪

- It was nice meeting you, Nevada.

- Same.

[ominous music]

[heart monitor beeping]

[heart monitor flatlining]

- Shit.

Shit.

Shit!

♪ ♪

- Everything okay?

- Yeah, everything's fine.

- Everything doesn't look fine.

That man looks dead.

- Do you think so?

- Yeah.

Like I said, he's dead.

- Oh, my goodness. What are we going to do?

They're going to blame me.

They're going to say I did this.

- You did do this.

- Yeah, but I didn't mean to.

- Looks like you need to talk to the Director.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

Come on, Samuel.

♪ ♪

- Danielle.

Come here, sweetheart.

I want to talk to you.

It's okay.

I need you to pay attention, okay?

Now, this is a re-activated account,

and the client has paid a premium

just to have overnight concierge services.

Now, your key's gonna be waiting

for you in the front desk, okay?

And then he's just requested that when

you get inside your room, you give him a call.

Got it?

- Got it.

- Good.

Now, I need you to listen, okay?

It's very important.

There's no rush.

Just give him the mind-blowing experience that he so desires.

I mean, look at you.

I know you can do that.

But most important, keep your ears open.

Listen to what he has to say

and also what he doesn't have to say as well.

Understand?

- Okay. I get it.

- That's my girl.

You look so beautiful.

- Thank you.

- I know you-- you'll do your thing.

♪ ♪

- Wait, what?

[Kia groans] [pencil clatters]

- Keep throwing stuff like that,

you're going to put someone's eye out.

You all right?

- I'm sorry.

I just got frustrated.

I didn't mean to hit you.

- That's fine.

What got you so frustrated?

- It's just this algebra.

Like, I don't even know why they make us do this.

I want to be a writer, not a mathematician.

- Hey.

Hey, this is not as hard as you think.

Look, you just multiply this number by this number,

and, boom, you got X.

- Wait, so I just need to take that

and multiply that, and that's it?

- Yeah. You did it.

- Oh, my gosh. Wait, I can't believe this.

You know how long I've been trying

to figure out this problem?

[chuckles]

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

And hey, you need any more help, just talk to me.

I tutor kids at my school all the time.

- Okay, thanks.

[cell phone ringing]

- Sorry, I-- I got to take this.

What's up, Curtis?

Mm-hmm.

[ominous music]

[door opens]

- Oh, Dr. Kennal.

You okay? You look-- you look shaken up.

- Um, not exactly.

Um...

Director, something has gone wrong.

Something's gone really wrong.

- Wrong? Okay.

What-- what went wrong?

- Director...

Samuel is dead.

♪ ♪

- What did you just say?

- Samuel is dead!

- Dead?

Dead? - Yeah.

But Director, uh, this isn't my fault.

- Really?

Then whose fucking fault was it?

He was under your care, under your supervision.

You were giving him his fucking treatment.

If it's not your fault, whose fucking fault is it?

Maybe I should just call the police

and let them sort this shit-- - No, no, no, no!

No, no, no! You don't understand, okay?

Uh, uh, if-- if you call the police,

they're going to look at my past,

and they'll arrest me, you know?

I mean, this is not the first time

something like this has happened.

They will take me away

and they will lock me up again.

- You need to take your fucking hands off me.

- Yeah, uh, sorry.

I'm sorry, Director.

Uh, oh.

I just--I can't let them take me away again.

I can't let them take me away again.

- Don't worry about it.

I'm not letting anybody take you anywhere.

You're very important around here.

I'm going to help you out.

- You are?

- I'm going to make everything disappear.

And when I do that,

you're going to fucking owe me one or maybe two.

- Oh, yeah. Four, five.

But-- but how--

- Shut the fuck up and calm down.

[intercom beeps]

Send Xavier in here.

- Hello?

Oh, supposed to text, dummy.

[soft dramatic music]

[notifications chime]

♪ ♪

[notification chimes]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Need the money.

♪ ♪

[notification chimes]

♪ ♪

[notifications chime]

♪ ♪

- [gasps] - It's okay.

Xavier's a friend.

He's here to help.

Isn't that right, Xavier?

- Exactly. Of course.

- Okay, okay.

- Xavier, it seems Dr. Kennal

has had a small accident in his lab.

♪ ♪

I'm going to need you to take care of it very discreetly.

Right, Doc?

- No problem, Director.

- All right.

Doc, come here. Come here.

♪ ♪

I need you to calm the fuck down.

- Calm the fuck down.

- Go to your office. - Go to my office.

- Have some coffee. - Have coffee.

- Relax. - Relax.

- And don't worry about anything, okay?

We got this. - A--are you sure?

- Get the fuck out of here. - Okay.

- I'm sure.

♪ ♪

How'd you do it?

- [chuckles softly]

Easy, y'all.

I just took some of the knowledge

I learned from my little Jersey carjacking

with car thieves and everything.

They love mechanics and stuff.

We got generators.

We heat up the old projects and everything else.

But this is genius.

Look, I just went into that box,

changed the relay, took it from standard voltage--

[imitates zapping]

To 220. - Damn.

- Obviously, it fried his skull within seconds.

Alhamdulillah.

[laughter]

And the funny thing is

Dr. Kennal think he done something,

'cause it was designed to look like a mistake.

- Fucking brilliant.

We got that motherfucker. - Did we.

- I appreciate you. - Thank you.

- Look, Xavier.

You've proven to be more valuable

than I ever fucking dreamed of, man.

Damn, bruh.

- [whispers indistinctly]

♪ ♪

- Fucking Dr. Kennal. [chuckles]

- Let me go clean that up.

- I got you.

Yeah.

- Ay, ay, twin, twin. Take it.

- Let's go.

- Oh! all: Oh!

- Damn!

[energetic hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- All right. Nice shot, Curtis.

- How much have you got? How nice my game is!

And, oh, I'ma let that foul slide

since the game almost over.

- Foul? That wasn't no foul. You just soft and clumsy.

[scattered chuckling] - Clumsy?

Clumsy enough to score every time I touch the ball.

- We talking or playing? Let's go.

- Ooh, shots fired.

- Oh, look who decided to grace us with his presence.

Where you been, Little Vegas?

- I was just down at the Hellfire Club,

hanging with my mom.

- A-ha!

Nevada's spending more time at the Hellfire Club

than Orlando.

What you got going on over there, boy?

- Oh, you got jokes now, huh, Junior?

- I'm just trying to say. You told him.

- All right, all right, all right.

Funny, but somebody's phone's ringing over here.

[phone buzzing] - That's me.

Keep running it.

- What you doing with that there?

- Database programming.

- Hello?

Whoa, slow down.

What?

Where?

Okay, damn.

I'm on my way.

- What's going on, O?

- Yo, I'ma need y'all to strap up.

- Got you, bro.

Let's go, guys.

- All right, let's go.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I didn't mean to keep you waiting, baby.

Cheers.

- Thank you.

- So what are we celebrating?

- Cheers.

Um, well, I would tell you,

but if I told you, I--

I--I'd have to kill you.

- [laughs]

- Come here.

You look amazing.

- Yeah, you don't want to do that.

- I would not want to ruin your makeup, no.

- Look nice, Mr. Duncan.

- Well, thank you.

[insects droning]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Wait a second. Where the hell do you think you're going?

- Going to see my son.

And I got a idea.

Why don't you... [exhales deeply]

Get the fuck out of my way?

- No.

You're not going anywhere near him.

- Why, you hallucinating about stopping me?

- Man, put that little ass shit away before I make you eat it.

You ain't the only one strapped.

- Gentlemen, tell me, why all the violence?

Why can't we just get along?

- Man, who the fuck are you?

- I just want to know what I can do for you.

- You can't do anything for me.

- I didn't think so.

- But I am here to see my sick son.

- Who the hell told you that?

- I told him, Vinnie.

- Why?

- Because my son is sick and needs a transplant.

I'm no match, so my only hope is 'im father.

- I'm his father.

- No, Vinnie.

You're his daddy, but we both knew

that Orlando is 'im father.

Let's not argue when Vincent's life is on the line, please?

- Where is my son?

♪ ♪

- There he is.

- Whoa, what do we have here, hospital party?

- What the hell are you doing here, Harris?

- He's working with us.

You got your family business. We got ours.

Isn't that right, cuz?

- Sorry, Nevada, but what he said.

- Well, you're dead, bro.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - You're dead.

♪ ♪

[heart monitor beeping]

♪ ♪

- Mrs. Duncan, we are doing everything we can

to get him back to 100%.

I promise. - Thank you, Joy.

I appreciate that.

- The doctors will be with you shortly.

- Thank you. - Okay, you're welcome.

- Oh, God. This waiting is killing me.

- I know.

- Honey, what did the doctor say?

- He's really sick, Ma. - No.

- He has a genetic disorder that's causing some kind

of rare blood cancer.

Papa's on the phone with a specialist from UCLA

right now.

- I can't believe this is happening.

There's got to be something that we can do, right?

- Most important thing is that we find him a donor

and get him a bone marrow transplant.

Without it, he only has two or three years tops.

- Well, he might be sick right now,

but at the end of the day, he's a Duncan,

which means he's a fighter.

- I appreciate that, Curtis.

But the key right now is finding him a match.

And they tested Ruby.

She's not a match.

They tested me this afternoon.

Ma, what I need you to do is get the whole family

tested, please.

- Then the whole family will get tested.

- Damn right.

- Okay?

Oh, I'm so proud of you, son.

♪ ♪

I'm going to go see my grandson.

- Mm-hmm. - Okay.

♪ ♪

- What I need y'all to do is follow the Dashes and Harris.

- I can't believe this shit, O.

What the hell is Harris thinking?

- I don't know what the fuck he was thinking,

and I don't care.

I got a problem with Vinnie Dash being in New York

and nobody saying anything.

Now, I talked to Pop.

You got to call Don Federico

and find out what the fuck is going on.

- All right. I'm on it.

- All right.

- Keep me informed about Vincent, all right?

- I'll let you know about my son.

Stop with this Vincent shit.

It's disrespectful.

- I'm sorry. Sorry.

- All right.

- Got to go.

[suspenseful rock music]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

- Crazy Larry always comes through.

Time to get some wills.

♪ ♪

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Um-- oh, honey, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to frighten you.

- Oh, no. It's okay, really.

- [clears throat]

- I must tell you,

I wasn't expecting to meet your family this way.

- And how exactly were you expecting to meet us?

- Guns blazing.

- Considering who you're married to,

it almost makes sense.

- Vinnie has nothing to do with--

well, almost nothing to do with how I feel.

- Then who does?

- Mrs. Duncan,

your family has a reputation for taking what they want.

I honestly thought--

I honestly thought

you were going to snatch Vincent away from me.

- [sighs]

Have a seat.

Please, have a seat.

Sit.

Honey...

we would never do that to you.

- Maybe not, but Orlando would.

It's his son, and he's not happy about my marriage.

I love my son more than life itself.

I will not let anyone take him from me.

Not even his father.

I feel so alone.

- Honey, listen to me.

Listen to me.

Now, I might not have agreed with the choices

that you made or Orlando, for that matter.

But none of that's important right now to any of us.

You're not alone.

Vincent is your son,

which makes him my grandson,

which makes us family.

And we will handle this together as a family.

Yeah?

Come here.

Come on, come on.

It's all right.

It's all right, sweetheart.

It's all right.

[sighs]

[school bell ringing]

- Hi. I'm here to pick up my daughter, Mariah Grant.

We have a family emergency.

She's in Ms. Gibson's class.

- I'll go get her for you, and I'll be right back.

- Thank you so much.

I appreciate you.

- Hey, have you guys seen the reception--

oh, my goodness.

- Low Jack, what are you doing here?

- Oh, man.

I was--I was, uh, halfway to work, and I realized

that my daughter's lunch was still in the car.

[chuckles]

It's funny how those kids always seem to forget

something at the worst time.

- Yeah, so you have a daughter at this school?

- Yeah, yeah.

I mean, we ain't rich like y'all, but, you know,

I--I definitely want Logan to have a good education.

- Wait, is Logan in Ms. Gibson's class?

- Yeah, she is.

- [laughs] You're Logan's daddy?

- Yeah. - Oh. [chuckles]

It really is a small world.

My daughter Mariah loves Logan.

She has been begging me for a sleepover.

- Yeah, those two are like Frick and Frack.

I had no idea that Mariah was your daughter.

- Yeah. - Wow.

[both chuckle]

- So who's this handsome man?

- Excuse my manners.

Mrs. Williams, this is Low Jack.

- Uh, actually, it's-- it's Devon.

- Devon? - Uh, yeah.

That is my government name.

Don't you tell nobody. [laughter]

- Okay.

Well, Devon, it looks like you're in a bit of a hurry.

So why don't you just give me Logan's lunchbox,

and I'll make sure that the receptionist gets it to her.

- Are you sure?

I mean, this would help me out a whole lot.

I mean, I'd appreciate it.

- Of course.

And please, let your wife know

that we'd love to have Logan over to hang out any time.

- Uh, unfortunately, uh,

my girl died a little over a year ago.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

- Yeah, it's been a little rough,

but, you know, we're getting through it.

But your daughter has been a huge help.

- I'm glad.

And I am serious about the playdate.

- Uh, you know what? Me, too.

Here you go.

Let me get your info right there.

I'm definitely serious

because I can't take any more JoJo Siwa,

no "That's So Raven."

I'm like, y'all know nothing about "Sanford and Son,"

you know?

I'm trying to teach them about the good times,

you know what I mean?

- We're on our way to the hospital

to check on my nephew, but, yeah, let's set it up soon.

- No doubt.

Uh, thanks again, London.

Nice meeting you.

- Nice meeting you, too.

Mm, that's a fine specimen of a man.

Ooh, I'd love to Low Jack him.

- Ms. Williams, please stop.

- [laughs]

- But, uh, he does clean up well.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Hello? - [chuckles]

You know, you're a very hard woman to get in touch with.

- Now, who the hell is this?

- Larry motherfucking Duncan.

Your brother-in-law.

- Oh, shit.

How the hell you get my number?

- Well, you know I've always been resourceful, right?

So how is my favorite sister-in-law?

- Uh-uh. I don't want to be your favorite anything.

What do you want, Larry?

- I want you to come and pay me a visit.

- Are you crazy?

I'm not coming to see you tomorrow or any other day.

Aren't you in the nuthouse?

- Yes.

Yeah, I currently reside at, um,

Fresh Meadows Psychiatric Hospital.

However, your coming to visit me

will be quite beneficial to you.

- [chuckles] How?

- We'll talk about that more tomorrow when you get here.

10:00 a.m. sharp.

Don't be late.

- No, we won't.

I'm not going anywhere near your crazy ass

or the nuthouse you staying in.

- Yes, you will.

And that wasn't a request.

It was a goddamn command.

- [laughs] And I don't take orders from crazy people.

Now, look, go ahead and draw yourself a picture

or play with some clay or something

or whatever y'all people do in the nuthouse.

- [chuckles] Donna, Donna, Donna.

Oh, you don't disappoint.

You've always been one to push the envelope, right?

But you got better sense than to test me,

especially when Lou's not around to stop me

from snapping your motherfucking neck.

- And you know better than the threaten me, you fucking kook.

Now get the hell off my phone

and go back to your padded cell.

♪ ♪

Crazy motherfucker gonna threaten me.

[scoffs] He done lost what little mind he got left.

♪ ♪

Hmm.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- We all know why we're here.

The Duncan family's not happy with the return

of my cousin, Vincenzo.

- With all due respect, Don Federico,

we had an agreement.

It was understood by everyone that Vinnie Dash was a problem

that needed to be dealt with,

and there was no other conversation to say otherwise.

- I'm sorry.

Are you a-- are you made man?

- No. - Oh.

- But you're missing the point.

- You know, Vinnie Dash is a made man

and he's part of La Cosa Nostra and you want him dead.

- Mm.

- So is that the point that you're trying to make?

- Yes, I want him dead.

- You want him dead. - That's right.

- Well, it was Vinnie's father and his brother Tony

that shit on your family, not him,

and he's been on the run ever since because of your family.

- Vinnie Dash needs to go.

- What is your family afraid of?

- Afraid? - Yeah.

- [scoffs] - You know what?

Don't worry about it.

You don't have to answer.

Because Don Federico, he's made his decision.

And guess what?

Vinnie's here.

- Really?

- So Junior, it is done.

- Okay, I've heard enough.

It doesn't matter. This meeting stops right now.

- Why is that?

- I've just been informed

that Jeff Lee and his brother, Jimmy, have just been murdered.

So what you need to do is you need

to let your father know

that there's some serious shit going on.

Just pass the information out to him.

- I got to go, Federico.

- Yes, ma'am. That's right.

$7,000, firm.

Okay, I have to be honest with you, though.

There's someone already here looking at it.

So if you want it, you might want to come down right now.

Okay, I'll be here.

Hi.

- Hey.

- So what do you think?

- I'm going to go ahead and take this off your hands.

- All right. - Mm.

- That's what I want to hear. Okay.

I hope you got cash.

- Yeah, cash works.

- Yeah, that's what we're talking about.

- You got a clean title?

- Oh, I sure do.

It's right here, and...

it's already signed.

- Nice.

- A nice signed title.

- Dope. - Yes.

- Well, I got 4 grand right here for you.

- Uh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

4 grand, that's not going to cut it.

You're going to have to come way better than that.

This is my son's bike,

and he only had it for a little while before he was killed.

Only reason I'm selling this is

because I just need a little extra money.

- Look, I done came all the way from Jersey to get this bike,

took two trains and a bus.

- Mm.

- Just take the 4 grand and stop playing.

Shit, you already said you need the money.

- Uh, yeah. No, no.

I need $7,000, not $4,000.

Look, my son paid 15 grand for this.

You know it's worth $7,000.

I--I'll take--

I'll take $6,000.

- I told you I got $4,000, and that's what you gon' take.

You're starting to piss me off.

- You know what? That's not enough.

I've got somebody already on the way

who's willing to give me $7,000.

So thanks, but no thanks.

- What?

You ain't giving this shit to nobody else,

and now I'm pissed off.

Let me get that. - Hold on.

Wait. Hey.

- Come on, man. Back the fuck up.

Now what?

[dramatic music]

- Get off the fucking bike.

- Chill out.

- You said you want 7 grand for it, right?

- Yeah, yeah. It's $7,000.

Yeah.

- I said get off the fucking bike.

Belongs to me. - A'ight. I got you.

Just chill out.

- He got the-- that's the title.

He has the title in his hand right there.

It's yours.

- Now get the fuck out of here, and don't come back.

- A'ight, ma. You got it.

♪ ♪

- Ooh. Thank you.

- We good? - Yes, ma'am.

We are good.

[laughs]

♪ ♪

Get on this. You're going to love it.

♪ ♪

[engine turns over]

♪ ♪

[engine revving]

♪ ♪

[birds singing]

- Well, Sasha's the last one to get tested.

We should know something by tomorrow.

One of you guys have got to be a match.

Stir this for me.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

[phone buzzing]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Junior.

- Hey, Pop.

- Have you heard about Cory Black?

- No.

What about him?

- He was killed by a sniper last night.

- Shit, Pop.

I was just calling to tell you about the Lees.

Jeff and Jimmy were also killed last night.

- What did you say?

- The Lees are dead.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

Does Don Federico know about this?

He does a lot of business with the Lees.

- He's the one who told me.

And speaking of Don Federico, Pop,

he has some serious internal problems.

- What's going on?

- You're not going to like it.

We're going to have to let Vinnie Dash come home,

or Don Federico is going to have

a civil war in his own family.

- What's changed?

Don Federico's never had any problem

controlling his people.

- Antonio Dash.

I get the impression that

he's the straw that stirs the drink over there now.

- Damn.

He's always been a shrewd character,

not afraid to get his hands dirty.

I think you're right.

He's the one behind any problems

that Don Federico's having.

- I agree.

But Antonio is not going anywhere,

and he has the Dons here.

- Set up an emergency meeting with the table.

Let them all know that this is priority session,

no exceptions.

- Is that really necessary?

- Son, I've been around too long

to believe in coincidences.

It's one thing for one member of the table to be taken out,

but when a second one goes down in a 24-hour period,

it's not a good sign.

Set up the meeting.

- You got it.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Denzel, what would your wife say?

♪ ♪

- [laughs]

- [gasps] Where did you--

- [whispering] Oh, my bad.

Did I wake you?

- What the fuck?

You're supposed to be--

- Locked up?

- Yeah.

- Ain't life a bitch?

No.

As I was driving down here, I had this thought.

I know you were saying something to me,

but I couldn't figure what the fuck it was you were saying.

I thought you could p--

particularly express yourself a little better

when we were face to face.

Now, what the fuck did you say to me, Donna?

- Listen, Larry,

that shit I was talking earlier,

it was just shit, you know?

- [laughing] - I, uh--

I--I-- I just like talking shit.

[laughs nervously]

No, I, uh, don't mean nothing bad.

- I understand.

But it was just so disrespectful.

- I know.

I just can't help myself.

It's my personality, uh, the way I was raised.

- You were raised fucked up,

but there's no damn reason for you

to be so disrespectful, Donna.

[laughs]

You want to know something messed up?

I can come and go as I please.

You want to know what's really fucked up?

[laughs]

You can wake up and find me laying right next to you,

and there's nothing you can do about it.

[laughs]

- You're not going to kill me, are you?

- Kill you?

Why in heaven would I ever want to kill you...

when I specifically told your ass

we have to talk about Lou's money?

[laughs]

- There ain't no money.

Lou's stash was a myth.

- Maybe his was, but mine ain't.

♪ ♪

And you're gonna help me get it.

♪ ♪

- I'm sorry, but I made my peace with LC.

I can't help you.

♪ ♪

- [growls]

This is not a fucking suggestion!

This is a goddamn command, Donna!

And you will help me find it...

♪ ♪

Or I'll be forced to tell you

and LC's little private secret.

And you...

you will meet the old Larry.

And you and I both know

you don't want to see that motherfucker again.

Do ya, Donna?

♪ ♪

[laughing]

♪ ♪

[smooches]

Ah.

What is that, peppermint?

I hate fucking peppermint.

♪ ♪

You look good, sis.

Been a long time.

♪ ♪

Ain't life a bitch?

[imitating Donna] Denzel.

[laughing]

- [gasps softly]

God.

- ♪ Turn the lights off ♪

♪ Turn up for the team ♪

♪ Buy up all the drinks ♪

♪ We don't need a reason ♪

♪ We just need to grin ♪

♪ Turn up for the team ♪

♪ We livin' the dream ♪

♪ Single for the weekend ♪

♪ Turn up for the team ♪ - ♪ Team ♪

- ♪ Turn up for the team ♪ - ♪ Team ♪

- ♪ Turn up for the team ♪ - ♪ Team ♪

♪ ♪

- ♪ Hey! ♪